Domestic young representatives attending the conference also came to participate in the lottery.
The only difference is that the prizes are some blind boxes prepared by Minzu University.
Blind box?
This new concept has attracted a lot of people's attention.
Zhang Hongcheng was also one of the young representatives attending the conference. When it was his turn to draw the lottery, he reached in his five fingers and groped around the top of the lottery box, tearing off a piece of paper stuck on the top of the lottery box.
The host smiled and unfolded the note in his hand.
"Minzu University student Zhang Hongcheng got, uh, half a Guan Gong painting from his blind box?"
"A work imitating Tang Yin's from the Republic of China period."
The host smiled and shook his head, but when Mr. Xu Yaozu heard the voice and looked over, the doubt in his eyes became more and more serious.
In the entire capital, the person who is most knowledgeable about Tang Bohu's works is his deceased teacher.
He himself is also an expert in studying Tang Yin's works.
"Wait, classmate, let me take a good look!"
Xu Yaozu's somewhat rude behavior attracted more people's attention.
When Takahashi Hiroki saw the image of Guan Gong in the half picture, his eyes lit up.
He was worried that he couldn't take his relationship with the Xiaoshan Film Association any further, and wasn't Mr. Xiaoshan's last painting the Guan Gong painting?
Zhang Hongcheng pretended to be ignorant and handed the painting to Xu Yaozu to see, but he was laughing in his heart.
Xu Yaozu was originally one of the people he focused on today.
Because this picture of Guan Gong's Erba Gang was made by the fat man at the request of 78-year-old Xu Yaozu...
Old Xu from another time and space swore that if one only looked at half of the picture, even his own self decades ago would not be able to tell that it was a fake.
"Classmate, this half of your painting is amazing!"
The light in Xu Yaozu's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and the expression of surprise could not be concealed at all.
Several colleagues who were standing next to him and admiring the paintings couldn't help but express their confusion.
"A work by Tang Yin?!"
"Tang Bohu can actually paint Guan Gong? This, this..., unbelievable, unbelievable!"
After a long time, Xu Yaozu finally raised his head and let out a long breath.
"Who said this is a fake? It's probably..."
"Wait, classmate, are you selling this painting of yours?"
Takahashi Hiroki's hand actually grabbed a corner of the painting.
He had heard from Xiaoshan Film Association that Mr. Xu was a famous figure in the Beijing antique world, especially in the paintings of Tang Bohu, for which he was the most accurate judge.
Tang Bohu is also quite famous in the island country. This is the Guan Gong painted by Tang Bohu!
If I could get it and give it to Mr. Xiaoshan Film Association, wow.
“Can’t sell it!”
Xu Yaozu hurriedly reminded Zhang Hongcheng in a low voice.
Zhang Hongcheng nodded and looked apologetically at Takahashi Hiroki, who had an eager face.
----Fuck you, you devil got your eye on my sister, right? I'll kill you!
"Excuse me, Mr. Book, but this painting of mine is marked as a fake. I plan to keep it and hang it in our living room. I won't sell it."
Xu Yaozu nodded hurriedly, he wanted to slap himself.
"Yes, this painting is most likely a fake. With Tang Bohu's free and easy personality, he probably wouldn't paint Guan Gong."
Unfortunately, Xu Yaozu, who was in his thirties, couldn't control his expression and tone when he lied.
This only earned him a sneer from Takahashi Hiroki.
"Even if it's a fake, this painting is mine, I want it!"
As a result, Zhang Hongcheng rolled his eyes at him.
“Not for sale!”
"It's yours, name your price, I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"
"Ask for a price? Haha, this fake painting of mine is going to sell for 500,000, do you want it? Give it a try."
Seeing Zhang Hongcheng about to leave with the painting, and the group of Chinese cultural figures looking at the student's back with eager eyes, the Japanese gambler's character took over again, and Takahashi Hiroki suddenly grabbed Zhang Hongcheng's wrist.
“I bought it!”
Even if he had to give up everything he had, he had to get this painting. He was sure that he could get several times the profit and benefits from the Xiaoshan Film Association who was obsessed with the Guan Gong statue!
Looking at Xu Yaozu whose face changed drastically and Zhang Hongcheng who was full of panic, especially those cultural figures from Longguo who were rushing around anxiously, Takahashi Hiroki stared at Zhang Hongcheng coldly.
"Student, your leaders are watching. This is a foreign affairs occasion. I don't believe that what you Dragon people say in this occasion can be ignored."
“This is a fake…”
Zhang Hongcheng's feeble explanation was coldly suppressed by Takahashi Hiroki.
"Even if it's a fake, I want it!"
Seeing many cultural figures around him stamping their feet anxiously, Takahashi Hiroki became more and more certain that this was the authentic work, and he felt extremely happy.
Zhang Hongcheng smiled bitterly.
It seems I have no choice but to sell it...
Outside the crowd, Chu Miaohong watched her husband perform with a smile.
Her ten scallion-like fingers were quietly counting.
Five hundred thousand, what should she do with it?
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